The Woman Warrier:
BEING
An Account of a young Woman who lived in Cow-Cross, near West-smithfield; who
changing her Apparel Entered herself on Board, in quallity of a Soldier, and sailed to
Ireland, where she Valliantly behaved herself, particularly at the Siege of Cork, where
she lost her Toes and received a Mortal Wound in her Body, of which she since Dyed
in her return to London.
To the Tune of Let the Solders rejoice.
Licensed according to Order.
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LEt the Females attend
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To the Lines which are penn'd,
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For here I shall gi---------ve a Relation,
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Of a young Married Wife,
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Who did venture her Life,
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For a Soldier, a Soldier, she went from the Na-tion.
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She her Husband did leave,
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And did likewise receive
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Her Arms, and on Bo---------ard she did enter,
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And right valiantly went,
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With a Resolution bent
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To the Ocean, the Ocean, her Life there to ven-ture.
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Yet of all the Ship's Crew
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Not a Seaman that knew
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They then had a Wo------man so near 'em;
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On the Ocean so deep,
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She her Council did keep,
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Aye, and therefore, and therefore she never did fear 'em.
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She was valiant and bold,
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And would not be controll'd
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By any that da---------re to offend her:
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If a Quarrel arose,
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She would give them dry Blows,
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And the Captain, the Captain did highly comend her.
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For he took her to be
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Then of no mean Degree,
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A Gentleman's So------n or a 'Squire;
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With a hand white and fair,
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There was none could compare,
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Which the Captain, the Captain did often admire
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On the Irish Shore
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Where the Cannons did roar,
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With many stout La------ds she was landed;
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There her Life to expose,
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She lost Two of her Toes,
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And in Battel, in Battel was daily commanded.
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Under Grafton she fought,
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Like a brave Hero stout,
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And made the proud To---------ries retire;
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She in Field did appear
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With a Heart void of Fear,
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And she bravely, she bravely did charge and give Fire.
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While the battering Balls,
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Did assault the strong Walls
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Of Cork, and the swe----et Trumpets sounded,
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She did bravely advance
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Where by unhappy Chance,
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This young Female, young Female, was fa-taly wounded.
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At the end of the Fray,
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Still she languishing lay,
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Then over the O------cean they brought her,
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To her own Native Shore,
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Now they ne'er knew before,
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That a Woman, a Woman, had been in that slaughter.
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What she long had conceal'd,
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Now at length she reveal'd,
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That she was a Wo------man that ventur'd,
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Then to London with care,
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She did straightways repair,
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But she dy'd, oh! she dy'd e'er the City she [?]-ter'd.
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When her Parents beheld,
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They with Sorrow was fil'd,
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For why they did dear---------ly adore her,
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In her Grave now she lies,
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not watry Eyes,
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No nor sighing, nor sighing, that e'er can restore her.
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